Turning the corner,nthere's something eerienabout the way skyscrapers and billboardsneat up the horizon.nnSomewhere near the Allegheny MountainsnI remember how you spoke of my demise.nnThis relocation you saidnwould not cure the writer's blockninside my head.nnIf you could only see how great I've become.nThis landscape gives me everything I need.nI am bound to it, much like the promise ringnthat I left behind.nnI've once again ignored your pleas, Audrey.nThis city has swallowed me whole;nit has the awesome power of a whale,nand I am its Jonah.nnA man told me oncenhow this place can build you up,nand how it can tear you down.nI can feel its power.nAnd while I walk in worried shoes,nI long for your company.nI have no crutch, I have no anchor,nI feel lost at sea,nfloating further away from home.nnI need to paint.nI need familiarity.nnI am crumbling to tiny pieces as this city builds another monument.